When you return
You will find me hanging from the fan
With my neck askew and
My eyes glassy in death
Or you might find me on the floor
With a spent bottle of sniper close by.
Do not weep; you should not.
I long struggled but you paid me no heed.
You looked away when I most needed your support.
When I squirmed under the weight of my problems,
You encumbered me more with jest and mockery.
I do not hold my death against you
So do not weep; you should not.
You will remember my laughter
Memories of our fleeting time together will return
You will long to hear my cheerful voice
And behold my comely countenance.
When regret suffuses you,
Still do not weep; you should not.